 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
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SONNET ON HEARING MUSIC.
The wind's sad song through ocean's echoing cave,The wave's deep sob a foundered bark above,
A mother's wail beside the span-long grave
Which holds the earliest blossom of her love,
The dove's low plaining through the high-arched grove
Where falling waters blend their monotone
With rustling leaves, and that deep-cadenced moan,
While evening's breath the closing blossoms move,—
The sweetest, saddest music ever heard
From earth's rich harp, with all its thousand strings,
Comes to my fancy, and my soul is stirred
As by the waving of an angel's wings
When that deep thrilling melody hath spoken
Its tale of hallowed grief, its death-song of hearts broken.
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